Having voluntarily lost both of my partners at the same time, who were now rubbing about somewhere else about each other and having lost their face for a week without sexual satisfaction, I began to think how to live.
Maybe it's time to think about a "quiet old age", about the house, about the husband? Paraphrasing the words “great combinator” - isn’t it about time for me to retrain as housewives?
Stop, and in fact it is true, I have a man at home, my Petenka, who despite the long years lived together, continues to love me, and by the way, his penis is not very long, but it is thick when it stands "for all" - straight like my hand, and these girls are better than long and thin. It’s only necessary to find a way to open his “second wind.” And on this point, I had various ideas for a long time, but only tried to put them into practice and did not reach out.
And now it seems this moment has come.

I will say at once that the plans were not simple and required some preparation, which, in turn, required a special environment. (in clocked, it would be simpler)
Finally setting myself up, like at the beginning of the week I went to the store after work, bought a pack of beer, various salty “stuff,” and I loaded up as the horse moved home.
- “Oh, we have a small holiday today” - Petya watched me unload my bag on the table.
- “And I thought to sing that for a long time you and I have not been sitting together ... well, just like that.”
- “You are my good, she herself dragged such a bag, you would say, I ran away.”
- "Oh well, nothing ... now wash my face, change clothes and sit down." “- as it turned out later, he was not mistaken about the holiday.

Slightly sipping beer, we watched a small TV and talked about various trifles, and I waited for the moment to transfer the conversation to the main topic.
When two empty cans appeared in front of her husband, and his mood clearly changed to a benign one, it seemed to me that it was already possible to start, all the more so since the beer hit my head slightly.
In order not to pull the “tail of a cat” as they say, I decided to start directly.
- "You know to sing, that's what I wanted to ask for a long time ... Do you reluctantly rise only on me or is it all women?" Well, what are you and I just like the old ones to God ... barely once a week, maybe we need to change something or update something.
Tell me honestly, at least in your dreams did you imagine that you were having sex with another woman, not with me? I am sure that yes. And so that you are not greatly embarrassed, I will tell you that for example I also sometimes dream that other men "have" me. By the way, this is not some kind of specific people, because I don’t know them at all and I don’t even see people, so you don’t have anyone to be jealous of and if you want to know, this happens
regularly with all the women after about 30-35 years. With everyone! ”- I took a deep breath and glanced at my husband, who, to my surprise, listened attentively and calmly, and then sitting on his knees continued the monologue.

- “Listen Petyush, and you would like to see how I dream about it and how your wife ... uh ..." fuck "and she moans with pleasure? Well, it will be interesting to you, I feel my ass ... in direct sense, hee-hee-hee. ”- I really felt like a lump beginning to grow under it, which indicated the direction I had chosen.
“This is so unexpectedly Lyubash ... but I can't say what you are saying is wrong, most likely this is the case, but ... how can I look there, in your dream?” Peter put his hands under my armpits and took over the chest. This conversation is clearly his "wound up."
Everything seemed even better than I had intended and it was clear that my husband, like me, also likes and wants to continue this topic.
- “Well, of course there’s no way to sleep ... honey, put your hand in my panties — it will be easier and more interesting for us to talk so ...“- I spread my thighs, letting his fingers down to the hairy gap and, with a can of beer in my hand, leaned back on his chest.

- “In a dream in any way ... oh well, for a long time you didn’t stroke me there dear ... and if not a dream? Well, for example, you yourself will bring someone ... and I will try only for you, so that you watch and enjoy, and afterwards you would do what you want with me ... Mmmm ... "- just talking about it already excited us both and from this, the hard member of her husband, as never before, pressed hard between the halves of my buttocks.
It was already possible to take off the pants and take it into the vagina, which also all "flowed", but I was in no hurry ...
- “So that you do not think that your wife is such an egoist, then I would allow you ... another woman on our bed with you, but under one condition, I will be watching you. Do you have this in mind? If not, then I can look ... Petyun, do you love your pervert wife? ... Show me how. “- we reached the limit and, holding the edge of the table, I raised my ass so that my husband could lower my panties down.
Passionately, as in our youth, we began to copulate standing in the kitchen and from powerful blows of the hard as a member penis me from behind, even knocking and moving banks on the table ...

Having put my bare and wet ass back on his knees, I kissed Petya on the lips and asked: "Honey, what was it with us now? ... You didn’t answer my questions ... If I give what woman I want, you will do is it for me? ... And then you bring someone you see fit and I will do the same for you dear, eh? "
- “Lyuba, my sunshine, everything will be as you say ...” - Peter buried himself between my boobs and began to kiss everything around.
- “What do you cook for dinner today?” What would you like this, my beloved? ... "
I sat and, with pleasure, chatted with my feet, smearing my sticky muck that was flowing out of my husband’s hips (and we would go home and wash ourselves when we wanted), while I had an excellent idea.

And why did I not immediately think about our neighbor school teacher Tatiana Nikolaevna? She lived on the same site with us in a two-room apartment with her daughter and son-in-law. (Porn stories) Judging by her loving husband and “density”, she was obviously not spoiled with intimate pleasures, although she looked quite very personal for her 50 years of age — trim, busty with neat
plump ass, the halves of which are beautiful and sexy (almost like mine) rolled when walking.

“And I already know who I will call — Tatyana, our neighbor, and do not argue my dear, I want, I want, I want, and ... just try not to“ lay ”her, then I will take offense at you. “- it was such a role of a naughty girl and Petya taking her, played along with me.
- “Well, well, good Lyubonka, but probably not so soon, but first, call her for tea in the evening, and then invite her to the cake on Saturday and then ...”
- “I always knew that you were smart, I’m going to wash myself and go see her, she seems to be at home already.” I hope you Petyun understand that at once she should not guess anything, but it will be uninteresting. By the way, what about fishing? "
- “For the sake of you I will not go anywhere” - I hugged his neck and stuck to his lips.
- "My you are chmokoko ..."

That same evening, the three of us sat at our place for tea and had a good time. I noticed how Tatiana Nikolaevna occasionally throws cautious glances at my Petya and for some reason too often corrects the neckline of her dress, but of course she pretended not to notice anything. Everything was better nowhere, and in the end we agreed to meet again on Saturday to try my cake, which, as dear readers already know, never let me down.
When we went to bed, my husband stretched out his hand and began to stroke my belly, thus making unambiguous hints.
- “Pityush, will you need strength for the weekend, did you forget, honey?”
- "Well, Lyubasik ..." - I felt sorry for him. I do not even remember when he so "asked" me.
- “Once and until Saturday neither” - I pulled up my nightgown and spread my legs.
- "Well, come here, the sun you are mine ..."
Three more days before the weekend, Peter and I strictly “fasted” and even for this, we slept in different places so that his “active thing” became such an active one ...

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